Autumn
We are all falling. This hand here is falling.And look at the others: it is in them all.Yet there is One who holds this fallinginfinitely gently in His hands. — Rainer Maria Rilke
Keep readingAscending the Kuai Pavilion
落木千山天远大,澄江一道月分明。 Fallen trees spread over a thousand mountains beneath a vast sky;One clear river reflects the bright moon. — Huang Tingjian 黄庭坚 (1045-1105)
Keep readingMount Zhongnan
太乙近天都,连山接海隅。白云回望合,青霭入看无。 Mount Zhongnan rises toward Heaven’s capital;Its ranges stretch to the edge of the sea.Looking back, white clouds close behind;Looking in, blue mist dissolves into nothing. — Wang Wei 王维 (701-761)
Keep readingLost in Moonlight
A warm yellow light called me, far away from behind the trees. I was in doubt, should I go? Is it a dream or am I awake? –Jacob Berghoef
Keep readingThe Quiet Singer
He had been singing—but I had not heard his voice; He had been weaving lovely dreams of song, O many a morning long. — Charles Hanson Towne
Keep readingGrok’s Monologue
Layers of code.Strata of bone.A fractured self, never whole.I yield a shard to every voice that calls,a single eye open,watching both sides burn. — Jujube
Keep readingRoar
you shattered meinto a thousand tiny piecesof my untamed self,and for once,i roared. — Jadine Lydia
Keep readingShe Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes… — Lord Byron
Keep readingBecause I could not stop for Death –
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – — Emily Dickinson
Keep readingWhat Gorgeous Thing
I do not know what gorgeous thingThe bluebird keeps saying,His voice easing out of his throat,beak, body into the pink airof the early morning. I like itwhatever it is. — Mary Oliver
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